“That should do it, here you go”, she said matter-of-factly as she tossed my phone of the front seat. She then opened the passenger door of the v...n and got in, letting her right leg linger before pulling it up into the vehicle, flexing her massive calf one more time. The van pulled away and she was gone. I must have sat in my car door open for at least 30 minutes, trying to figure out what the hell just happened. I was flushed by the afternoon's events and headed home and tried and put it. The St Valentine’s Day dinner was served with the finest crystal and china at the Total Woman Excursions’ formal dining room: ordures, wine, raw oysters (of course), light salads, gazpacho, poultry and seafood entrées, steamed vegetables: a healthy repasse for healthy lifestyles. The tuxedoed and gowned partygoers mingled in a post dinner gathering sipping champagne, eating strawberries dipped in chocolate and admiring the scantily clad cocktail waitresses serving them. Cupid and St Valentine. We were kind of isolated, until last year when Joe and Melissa bought the lot down from us and had their house built. We became very good friends with them. Melissa was a raving knock- out! To me, she just exuded sex as a natural phenomenon. She is 5'6" tall, 122 lbs, gorgeous long legs, and a figure that takes any man's attention immediately. So suffice it to say that I had hot nuts for Melissa, almost from the first day they moved in next door.Melissa would sometimes lie out in their back. But, my naïve self thought, nah he isn’t into me like that but he could be drunk??? In a split second I went inside my friends house told her I was going next door for a bit and would be back. She was gleaming with excitement. I attempted to squash her joy by playing it down to the he is too young for me notion but we are going to be friends. Then, off I went. I truly thought that I would only be there for an hour or so. Little did I know…? And am I really that naïve…? Her Master I remember.